Post by Cedar on Dec 31, 2008 16:25:54 GMT -5
Name: Ravenshadow
Gender: Tom
Age: 99 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Picture:
Visage: Ravenshadow is an awkward looking cat. His limbs are long and bony, giving him the look of a stork or some other sort of ungainly bird. From here the rest of his body doesn't get any better. He is unusually tall for a cat, in fact no cat has seen one taller than him since he stopped growing. Ravenshadow's whole body is long and lanky. His tail is long and thin, almost whip-like and hangs down to his paws most of the time. His body is very thin and lithe, he is not skinny, in fact he is very compact, but he is naturally thin and fine-boned. His face is long and narrow, with a large, long nose that seems to engulf half his face. His ears are wide and protrusive, they crown his head with bat-like flaps. His eyes are slitted and almond shaped, they are a pale yellow which is stark against his midnight black fur. Ravenshadow's pelt is a thick velvety black. He takes care to keep himself well groomed so sunlight slides against it. on his chin and throat there is white fur that stands out sharply against the black. A thin line of white also reaches in a line along his nose. On one hind foot, white fur extends to his elbow, and on the other it is only on his paw. At the very tip of his tail there is a small star of white.
Demeanor: Ravenshadow is a modest and quiet cat, for all that he has every reason to brag. He is a brilliant medicine cat, possibly the best in his field. He is a curious and fiercely intelligent intellectual who loves to know about the natural world and everything in it he can use as a medicine cat. He is kind to call cats, regardless of clan boundaries for he believes fiercely in the oath he took as a young medicine cat, to stand apart from clan rivalries. Ravenshadow tends to think logically all the time, rather than going with his heart or just a gut feeling. He is socially awkward among many cats (particularity among pretty she-cats) and would prefer an intellectual debate to an emotional talk. Ravenshadow is pretty easy going. It takes a lot to rattle his nerves or gross him out. He expects the best from every cat and believes in second chances. However he is also set in his ways. He is accepting of new ideas like new ways to use herbs, but not things like changes to the social structure of the clans. He is a good cat to come to for advice because he is honest and generally upfront. He is not ambitious, he strives to be the best medicine cat he can be of course, but there his ambition ends. He has no desire whatsoever to hold power and wishes only to be in charge of an apprentice. Usually quiet, sweet and shy, when Ravenshadow is performing his duties as a medicine cat he is assertive and commanding.
Past: Ravenkit was one of the few kits to be born during the two-legs war. All he can remember as a kit is hunger and cold. There was never enough to eat and always the smell of smoke lingered in the air. Ravenkit never had any interest in hunting or fighting, perhaps because he was the only kit and didn't have anyone to wrestle with or stalk up on. At 6 moons he was apprenticed to Owlpelt, the ShadowClan medicine cat. After his apprentice ceremony, Wolfstar, the ShadowClan leader announced that all the clans would be traveling together to find a new home.
The following years were hard. All through his apprentice years Ravenpaw traveled with the clans. He met cats from the other clans but never developed a bigger relationship than mutual respect. He was constantly busy with pulled muscles, colds, cut, bruises, scrapped pads, sprained paws etc. He worked hard all the time and learned quickly from Owlpelt, who never seemed to run out of new knowledge.
Ravenpaw received his new name while the cats rested for Leafbare in a small corpse of trees. Owlpelt had long since turned away from StarClan for putting this hardship on the clans. He gave his apprentice his new name in front of the other medicine cats, and left StarClan out of the ceremony. A few moons after that Owlpelt began to weaken. He ate many herbs to keep his strength up but he was an old cat and some days a warrior would have to carry him.
One night during a summer storm lightening lit up the sky and the clans saw mountains in the distance. They headed towards them, hopeful of finding shelter. It took them two days to climb to the top of the mountains and in that time Owlpelt grew so weak he could barely lift his head. At sunrise on the third day the cats looked down the mountain to see flourishing trees and a clean river. Ravenshadow urged his old mentor to hold on while they picked their way down the mountain. The four clans found a series of caves that would later become ShadowClan's camp. Owlpelt rested on the soft sand, hearing the birds calling to one another and the water foaming over rocks, smelling the trees and grasses and prey, all things he had not seen or heard for countless moons. During the night he gave a contented sigh and died.
Ravenshadow was grief-stricken. He sat vigil with his mentor until dawn but when a grey ThunderClan she-cat, Greydawn, approached to bid farewell to Owlpelt Ravenshadow flew at her in a fury for she and Owlpelt had had many disagreements over the clan's travels. Many cats had already started to mutter about the grey cats. Their pelts blended into the ashy lands so nicely that they could hunt better. The clans needed someone to blame and so they blamed the grey cats. When Greydawn approached the clans awoke and saw Ravenshadow hissing at her over his mentor's body.
They drove Greydawn out, and with her the rest of the grey-pelted cats. When he calmed down Ravenshadow tried to explain but the clans would not let the grey cats return. They said that they were bad luck anyway, and they should never come back. Haunted with guilt one night Ravenshadow went to the Dystopia to try and find Greydawn to apologize, but he could not find her. Every now and then he dreams of her as a grey she-cat with stars in her eyes.
Fortune: Hmm...well he is too old to have kits, I think I mostly just like to have him around because he is kind of like a link to the past. With plots dealing with the clans new home and origins I think he should be involved.
Gender: Tom
Age: 99 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Picture:
Visage: Ravenshadow is an awkward looking cat. His limbs are long and bony, giving him the look of a stork or some other sort of ungainly bird. From here the rest of his body doesn't get any better. He is unusually tall for a cat, in fact no cat has seen one taller than him since he stopped growing. Ravenshadow's whole body is long and lanky. His tail is long and thin, almost whip-like and hangs down to his paws most of the time. His body is very thin and lithe, he is not skinny, in fact he is very compact, but he is naturally thin and fine-boned. His face is long and narrow, with a large, long nose that seems to engulf half his face. His ears are wide and protrusive, they crown his head with bat-like flaps. His eyes are slitted and almond shaped, they are a pale yellow which is stark against his midnight black fur. Ravenshadow's pelt is a thick velvety black. He takes care to keep himself well groomed so sunlight slides against it. on his chin and throat there is white fur that stands out sharply against the black. A thin line of white also reaches in a line along his nose. On one hind foot, white fur extends to his elbow, and on the other it is only on his paw. At the very tip of his tail there is a small star of white.
Demeanor: Ravenshadow is a modest and quiet cat, for all that he has every reason to brag. He is a brilliant medicine cat, possibly the best in his field. He is a curious and fiercely intelligent intellectual who loves to know about the natural world and everything in it he can use as a medicine cat. He is kind to call cats, regardless of clan boundaries for he believes fiercely in the oath he took as a young medicine cat, to stand apart from clan rivalries. Ravenshadow tends to think logically all the time, rather than going with his heart or just a gut feeling. He is socially awkward among many cats (particularity among pretty she-cats) and would prefer an intellectual debate to an emotional talk. Ravenshadow is pretty easy going. It takes a lot to rattle his nerves or gross him out. He expects the best from every cat and believes in second chances. However he is also set in his ways. He is accepting of new ideas like new ways to use herbs, but not things like changes to the social structure of the clans. He is a good cat to come to for advice because he is honest and generally upfront. He is not ambitious, he strives to be the best medicine cat he can be of course, but there his ambition ends. He has no desire whatsoever to hold power and wishes only to be in charge of an apprentice. Usually quiet, sweet and shy, when Ravenshadow is performing his duties as a medicine cat he is assertive and commanding.
Past: Ravenkit was one of the few kits to be born during the two-legs war. All he can remember as a kit is hunger and cold. There was never enough to eat and always the smell of smoke lingered in the air. Ravenkit never had any interest in hunting or fighting, perhaps because he was the only kit and didn't have anyone to wrestle with or stalk up on. At 6 moons he was apprenticed to Owlpelt, the ShadowClan medicine cat. After his apprentice ceremony, Wolfstar, the ShadowClan leader announced that all the clans would be traveling together to find a new home.
The following years were hard. All through his apprentice years Ravenpaw traveled with the clans. He met cats from the other clans but never developed a bigger relationship than mutual respect. He was constantly busy with pulled muscles, colds, cut, bruises, scrapped pads, sprained paws etc. He worked hard all the time and learned quickly from Owlpelt, who never seemed to run out of new knowledge.
Ravenpaw received his new name while the cats rested for Leafbare in a small corpse of trees. Owlpelt had long since turned away from StarClan for putting this hardship on the clans. He gave his apprentice his new name in front of the other medicine cats, and left StarClan out of the ceremony. A few moons after that Owlpelt began to weaken. He ate many herbs to keep his strength up but he was an old cat and some days a warrior would have to carry him.
One night during a summer storm lightening lit up the sky and the clans saw mountains in the distance. They headed towards them, hopeful of finding shelter. It took them two days to climb to the top of the mountains and in that time Owlpelt grew so weak he could barely lift his head. At sunrise on the third day the cats looked down the mountain to see flourishing trees and a clean river. Ravenshadow urged his old mentor to hold on while they picked their way down the mountain. The four clans found a series of caves that would later become ShadowClan's camp. Owlpelt rested on the soft sand, hearing the birds calling to one another and the water foaming over rocks, smelling the trees and grasses and prey, all things he had not seen or heard for countless moons. During the night he gave a contented sigh and died.
Ravenshadow was grief-stricken. He sat vigil with his mentor until dawn but when a grey ThunderClan she-cat, Greydawn, approached to bid farewell to Owlpelt Ravenshadow flew at her in a fury for she and Owlpelt had had many disagreements over the clan's travels. Many cats had already started to mutter about the grey cats. Their pelts blended into the ashy lands so nicely that they could hunt better. The clans needed someone to blame and so they blamed the grey cats. When Greydawn approached the clans awoke and saw Ravenshadow hissing at her over his mentor's body.
They drove Greydawn out, and with her the rest of the grey-pelted cats. When he calmed down Ravenshadow tried to explain but the clans would not let the grey cats return. They said that they were bad luck anyway, and they should never come back. Haunted with guilt one night Ravenshadow went to the Dystopia to try and find Greydawn to apologize, but he could not find her. Every now and then he dreams of her as a grey she-cat with stars in her eyes.
Fortune: Hmm...well he is too old to have kits, I think I mostly just like to have him around because he is kind of like a link to the past. With plots dealing with the clans new home and origins I think he should be involved.